You cannot go ten yards, on any thoroughfare, without being passed by some Rotarian of Literature, hurrying to attend a luncheon, ...banquet, tea, or get-together, where he may rush about from buddy to buddy, slapping shoulders, crying nicknames, and swapping gossip of the writing game. I believed for as long as possible that they were on for their annual convention, and I thought they must run their little span and disappear, like automobile shows, six-day bicycle races, ice on the pavements, and such recurrent impedimenta of metropolitan life. But it appears that they are to go on and on. Their fraternal activities are their livings--more, their existences.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

Now listen, buddy, there are a few corny ideas you got to get out of your head if you're going to fly an airplane. Most things are... just the reverse from what people think. The higher you are the safer you are. The Earth down there, that, that's your enemy because once you hit that, boy, you splatter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

You mustn't give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the w...oods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree. And then to the sky.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »

So, my sweetheart back home writes to me and wants to know what this gal in Bombay's got that she hasn't got. So I just write back... to her and says, "Nothin', honey. Only she's got it here."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »